They said they would teach Fan Ziruo martial arts, but of course they couldn't actually teach her martial arts.
She's already nineteen this year, past the prime age for learning martial arts. Most importantly, her physique is average—the delicate, frail constitution typical of a refined young lady. Although her father is a general, she simply has no talent for martial arts. It seems all her talent lies in her writing.
Because of prolonged reading, he lacked even basic physical activity; a little movement would leave him breathless and drenched in sweat.
He Yunxiao didn't dare to train her too hard at the beginning. He first taught her a few rather graceful sword-wielding postures, and then he went down to the arena and showed her a set of fist techniques.
Fan Ziruo sat at her desk, pen in hand, watching He Yunxiao practice boxing in the small space of the study. Sometimes she watched intently, and sometimes she wrote something thoughtfully.
After finishing his work, He Yunxiao naturally walked to the desk and stood next to Fan Ziruo.
Fan Ziruo's elegant small regular script is as beautiful as she is.
"Miss Ziruo, something's not right here."
He Yunxiao observed for a long time and found that Fan Ziruo was very meticulous. She remembered some of the boxing moves quickly and accurately, with almost no mistakes. After searching for a while, he found an ambiguous spot and finally spoke up to instruct Fan Ziruo.
Fan Ziruo had a very good personality. Even when her mistake was pointed out, she was not displeased at all. Instead, she politely said, "Please teach me, young master."
He Yunxiao said, "This punch of mine is the kind used in military combat. This punch is not an attack, but a defensive punch."
"Defensive Fist?"
"That's right. In a battle between two armies, those who can use spears don't know how to use swords. Those who can use swords don't know how to use their fists. When they finally resort to fistfighting, it will be when all their weapons are destroyed and they run out of ammunition and food."
Fan Ziruo frowned her long, willow-leaf eyebrows. She immediately understood He Yunxiao's meaning and said, "This punch is to block someone else's weapon."
He Yunxiao smiled and said, "Miss Ziruo is very clever."
Fan Ziru shook her head. "I was too stupid. Before, I only thought about how the moves would change and how the weapons would be matched. But I never thought that behind every move in martial arts, there are countless stories."
He Yunxiao said, "That's exactly why we need Miss Ziruo to write the story down."
"what……"
Seeing that Fan Ziru was about to say something again, He Yunxiao didn't give her a chance to speak this time.
“Miss Ziruo, it’s getting late, I should head back now. I’ll come back to ask you for guidance again tomorrow.”
Using the pretext of "the story of martial arts moves," the topic has been sparked, and if He Yunxiao really wanted to continue, he wouldn't be able to finish in a day and a night.
Most importantly, He Yunxiao wanted to pique Fan Ziruo's interest.
While she was thinking about martial arts moves, she also thought about herself.
Moreover, previous actions have proven that the "simp" approach is completely useless against Fan Ziruo. To deal with her, you have to be aloof and constantly showcase how outstanding you are; only then will she take you seriously. Then, continuously work on building her favorability through shared interests.
Finally, once you've built up a high enough level of affection, have a romantic confession.
This set of skills will absolutely win over all similar female intellectuals.
He Yunxiao's progress is going smoothly so far, albeit with some stumbles and setbacks, but they have reached the level of "shared interests".
He knew when to stop, and when Fan Ziruo was most interested in the martial arts, he got up and took his leave.
He Yunxiao didn't enter the study until after midnight. After reading and practicing martial arts, it was almost evening.
People cannot stay during this time period.
If you keep the guest, it means you'll have to invite them to a family dinner.
The meaning behind a woman inviting a man to a family dinner is self-evident.
Even if Fan Ziruo wanted to know more, she could only suppress her desire and get up to see He Yunxiao out of the Fan residence.
Before leaving, He Yunxiao asked, "Does Miss Ziruo have a finished product for her martial arts novel?"
Fan Ziruo said, "I've written some. But it's not finished yet, so it's not appropriate to show it to outsiders."
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "Then I want to be the girl's first reader."
Fan Ziruo said, "I have read the phonetics, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it, young master."
This is practically a rejection.
She didn't want He Yunxiao to see it, and He Yunxiao understood; to her, he was just an "outsider."
He Yunxiao bid farewell to Fan Ziruo, secretly planning to find some time to ask Sister Du what Fan Ziruo was writing.
It's important to understand that there are many types of martial arts novels. Some are about romance and love in the martial arts world, some are about court intrigue, and some are like the tales of Liaozhai. If it were the first type, He Yunxiao could shamelessly offer a few pointers. But he was powerless to help with the latter two.
The thought of Fan Ziruo calmly writing about love and romance made He Yunxiao inexplicably amused.
Unlike Spring Breeze Pavilion, Deer Horn Academy did not provide a dedicated parking area, so most families' carriages would come to pick up and drop off their young masters on a regular schedule. However, He Yunxiao's coachman was different. The He family only had one young master, and while his wife had another coachman when she went out, the master rode his own horse.
The coachman wasn't busy at all, and since he enjoyed driving and riding horses, he sat in the carriage and waited patiently outside the academy.
He stared at the academy gate for a long time before noticing He Yunxiao coming around from the other side of the street.
Why isn't the young master coming out of the academy? Didn't he go to school? Could he have a lover at the academy?
He Yunxiao had no idea what the coachman was thinking. Before he could even speak after getting into the carriage, the coachman asked, "Young master, would you like tonight at Chunfeng Tower or the riverside courtyard?"
"The Imperial Palace."
"Do they do this kind of thing in the imperial palace?"
He Yunxiao: ? ? ?
What are you doing?
"They do things for money."
He Yunxiao slapped the coachman on the head.
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